Pfft.. Random fanfiction is random and pretty awesome.

Sad there's no PolandxHungary yet?

YOU'RE ABOUT TO SEE.


POLAND'S POV

I was on my way to Hungary's house, my smile still on my face as I walked, humming some sort of Lady Gaga song. Hungary was my best friend. Maybe more than that.. I shook the thought from my head.

Well, I guess I couldn't say Hungary's house anymore. She lives at Russia's. He overtook her, as you could say. She's his servant now. I feel bad for her, Russia's always scared me a little bit.. I shivered slightly.

She always laughed nervously and told me not to worry about her. Which, like, made me worry about her even more. Therefore, that's why I'm going to check up on the girl. I'll just check on her. No harm, right?

A voice interrupted my thoughts.

The voice belonged to Prussia, him jumping beside me, his silver hair blowing in the breeze as he looked up at me, a smirk on his face.

"YO POLSKI!" He yelled, and I jumped, annoyed at the Prussian who was now beside me.

"L-Like what the hell, Prussia?" I groaned, crossing my arms and continuing to walk. Prussia of course didn't respond to that, just continuing to speak. "Where you going, Poland? To someone's house? Can I come?" He wore that "8D" face like usual, the one that was absolutely annoying..

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to Russia's house, to like, visit Hungar-" I didn't finish my sentence until Prussia stood in front of me, his eyes widened in fear. "It's like, 6PM. You don't wanna go to Russia's at 6PM, Polski." He warned me, his eyes looking serious.

Well, why would he be serious? Prussia is, like, never serious. My eyes narrowed, stopping walking. Mainly because that Prussian was in my way. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"And, like, why the hell not?" I said back to him, but his eyes just widened, putting one hand on my shoulder, as if he was scared for my life.

"You don't know, Polski?" I shook my head. "That's why I'm asking you, ya, like, idiot! Not tell me what happens supposedly at Russia's!" My eyes met his, obviously wanting to know. I put quotations around "supposedly," to show that I didn't believe him.

Prussia rolled his eyes, then looked down, and told me slowly,

"Well, Russia. . He beats Hungary, when he's alone. And tonight, Liet went out to go do something, and he's alone with Hungary. And if he catches you seeing him beat her.. Besides, he's drunk anyways, when he does it.. And I'm not supposed to tell you." Prussia trailed off, looking away. He seemed serious about it.

My mouth dropped. I thought for a moment. Was that why she's scared of him, Hungary, never scared of anyone? I thought it was just because he was her master! Why hadn't she told me? I thought. I would have, like, kicked some Russian ass!

Maybe Prussia was lying. Why would she tell Prussia, and not him? Pfft. He's lying. My mind is set on it.

"You're lying." I said easily, and Prussia only stared.

"W-What? I'm not lying! Why would I lie to you, Polski?" Prussia questioned, his eyes narrowed.

"Because she would tell me first, not you. Why would you know? And how? How do I know you're not lying? You've lied before!" I retorted, my lips curled into a snarl as he tried to say something back.

"She's not allowed to tell you! - You know what, Poland." He said, wearing a slightly pissed off face, glaring straight at me.

"Go there. See if I care. I'm going to hide and WATCH you get your ass whooped." He snarled.

I rolled my eyes once again. "Like, fine!"

And I walked away, oblivious to my fate when I was going to get to the Russian's house.


I soon got to Russia's house, yawning softly. It was already 6PM, just as Prussia told me not to go. But I didn't care. I went to knock on the door, and realized it was already unlocked. I frowned.

Russia never leaves anything unlocked, because of Belarus or Ukraine. . He was probably drunk, or maybe he was asleep and Hungary forgot. The frown stayed on my lips as I tensed. Did I believe Prussia? What if he was right? What if Russia really was beating her? And what was I supposed to do if he was?

I flinched, cracking open the door. No one was there. I looked at the living room, and I could see no one. Hm, that was odd. Usually someone was there.. my eyes widened at the inanimate object I saw on the ground, though.

A shirt.

Did that mean, what I thought it meant? It looked like Hungary's, too..

I heard the sound of Russia in the background, and a sharp squeal. He was laughing, some kind of slapping noise in the background. What was that? Was that.. Hungary? A shiver ran down my spine as I entered the house. I swear I could hear her voice yowling in pain, but I tried to ignore it..

Prussia wasn't lying.. I thought to myself, my eyes widened with fear. But, now that I'm here, what am I supposed to do? I couldn't just let her get hit now that I knew about it, but if Russia knew I knew.. Then..

I heard Hungary yell again, and I clenched my fists, running into the room where I had heard the scream to assess the situation.

And what I saw wasn't very good.

There was a shirtless Hungarian on an unmade bed, her chest and stomach area to the bed, and her back shown to a Russian with a long whip that was used on horses. It was being brought back and onto the Hungarian without mercy, leaving her crying and begging to get up and away from him.

The worst thing about it, was that poor Hungarian's back, black and red and blue and so many different colors. . It was bruised and just looking at it made my back hurt at the thought of someone doing that to me; slight blood dripped down the sides, unnoticed by the Russian who was causing all of this.

But Russia just laughed and continued, hiccuping every so often and kicking at her. He still hadn't seen me, and Hungary was too focused on screaming to notice me.

I quickly walked out of the room.

"Hungary, *hic* go get me another vodka!" and I saw him kick her out of the room. She stumbled, but nodded, pulling her self up and out of the room and to the kitchen.

I followed her silently.

She stumbled, and fell to the kitchen floor, not caring enough to catch herself. I could see her back good now, how red it was and how painful it looked. I gently bent down beside her, and looked at her.

"H-Hungary?" She jumped at hearing her own name, but relaxed when she saw me, her eyes clouded with worry. "Poland? What are you-" She seemed to realize her back was showing; she jolted up, a dark crimson blush the color of her back appearing on her face.

"I saw him, Hungary. Why didn't you tell me?.." I looked hurt, running a hand across her cheek to cup it softly. "I wasn't allowed.. If he knew you were here, he'd... Do it again.." Her shuddering increased, as she stood wobbly onto her feet and grabbed a vodka.

"I have to go give this to him, or he'll come check up on me, and I don't want you hurt, Poland. ." She looked at me and began to walk.

"No! I will say, that I kidnapped you. Please, you need to get your back tended to. ." I whispered softly, and she only briefly nodded, standing.

I grabbed her shirt and threw it onto her, then fled to my own house. She would be safe there. .


WOAH.

It turned awesome, didn't it?

I know. xD I'm not done, one more chapter!

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